Hoy Maharaja

We tend to meet some people out of the blue

and such people

change the course of our lives.

And then life goes downhill.

- Hello. - Aisha is so delicate.

- What? - Yes.

- We abducted her but she's in good hands. - Who's this?

Hello!

Hello!

My story was simple

but Mumbai made it interesting.

Hailing from a poor house...

No, hailing from a poor family

I decided to change our fate

and completed a diploma in electrical engineering

and moved back to the village with no electricity.

Some luck!

But my maternal uncle

moved to Mumbai 20 years ago.

He worked very hard

and became rich.

He was so busy making money

that he didn't even receive me!

God, I'm here yet again

to buy a lottery ticket.

Bring about a miracle

and let me win.

Which ticket? This one?

Which one from here?

Give this.

Check.

Which way is this place?

- Uncle! - Ramya!

- Careful! - Dear god.

How was your trip?

Hope it was a smooth ride?

I am from Malvan. Nothing can happen to me.

Uncle,

how did you become so thin?

I'm bogged down with work pressure.

I just can't gain weight.

I can see that.

That belly has shrunk!

No difference at all!

Wait a minute. What happened?

You won 3,000 bucks.

What are you saying?

What happened? Celebrating my arrival?

Yes, I am happy you came

but you brought me luck and I won 3,000 bucks.

3,000!

A wretched creature like you finally did some good in life.

- Uncle. - Just kidding.

- Let's go. - Uncle, the building's that way.

Not that. Come along.

Uncle, where are we going?

- Welcome to my palace. - You call this a palace?

Why won't this open?

Look.

She's Hema

and that's my nephew Ramya.

Ramesh.

- Uncle... - Yes.

Opened!

The lock opened.

Uncle, let's go in.

Come.

Welcome home.

Uncle, please stop.

It's okay.

Uncle, you seem very happy

- Poor thing is alone. - Is it?

Poor?

- Widow. - Is it?

Wow.

You're wooing her, is it?

Like in the movies? No, it's not serious.

I just help out once in a while.

Uncle!

What?

Don't get carried away. Go to sleep.

You've to get up at 7.

Your interview is at 11.

Big talks!

Uncle,

what's with the lottery tickets?

Did you win them all?

They landed me in a soup.

Uncle, I'll hit jackpot tomorrow.

We'll be loaded after the interview.

Bags full of money.

May those words come true.

But patience bears sweet fruits.

Here you go.

- What's this? - Patience bears sweet fruits.

You won't change!

- Let me sleep. - All right.

Let my boy sleep well.

He has an interview tomorrow.

Let him clear the interview.

Let him make loads of money.

Let me sleep, uncle.

Yes. Should I rock you to sleep?

Help Hema instead.

Cheeky fellow.

- What say, uncle? - Ramya!

Have you been to such a huge office before?

What a posh office!

All right,

- I'll go for the interview. - Hold on.

Let me pray for you.

Dear god,

- the almighty... - Praised be god.

My nephew is headed for an interview.

Let him get the job, god.

How creative!

I'll rock the interview.

People will carry me on their shoulders.

What are you doing?

I've to break this coconut.

You'll crack the tiles here. Do it outside.

Okay. Carry on. All the best.

- Go on. - Bye.

Are you dumb?

Why didn't you hold the lift?

Useless!

- Idiots thronging the place... - How can I help you?

That's my invoice.

I meant the boss.

He is hot headed.

Did you know that?

He has asked for you.

Seems totally lost.

What's with him?

Guess he's mute.

- Anyway, you'll clear this today? - Yes.

- Thank you. - Okay.

- Hurry up. - Speak softly.

You're talking to your future manager.

Stop heckling me.

A hero always enters in slow motion.

Like this.

Let's go.

Come.

Wow, my boy's home.

Have water.

Give that. How was the interview?

As expected.

Lost the job?

Uncle, stop pulling my leg.

Tell me what happened.

It was too good.

I cracked the interview.

That interview

will go down in history.

Sir, you're here in person!

Good morning, sir.

Drop the pleasantries.

- What's your name? - Jignesh bhai.

Jagya, look at that tie.

Useless.!

- He's my nephew. - I'm sorry, sir.

Drop the apology.

- Show me the company's annual reports. - Right away.

Get going.

- That way. - Yes, sir.

Bloody hell! You underestimated me.

I'll show where you belong.

Show me.

- Annual report. - Hold this.

Hold it properly.

- Yes, sir. - Good.

Wow!

- Wow. - Thank you, sir.

- I slapped you on this cheek. - Sorry, sir.

Very bad handwriting.

- Sir, it's printed. - Shut up.

Why should I work in this rotten company?

You just come here to idle away.

- I won't work here. - I'm sorry, sir.

I'm sorry, sir, please...

No...

Why should I work here?

Sir, we need talented people like you.

Right, so you can walk away with the credit of my hard work!

Baldie, you'll take the credit.

Don't look that way.

That's my nephew!

All right.

- Don't... - Sorry, sir.

- I'll work on one condition. - What is it, sir?

I want 30% of

the company's profit.

- Will do, sir. - Sure?

Sir, it's a matter of great pride to have you work with us.

I'm doing you a favour.

- Yes, sir. - Stay in your limits.

- Jagya! - Who's Jagya?

You.

There are people waiting outside.